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(_Wooer's Song_)
WHY be at pains that I should know / You sought not me? / Do breezes, then, make features glow / So rosily? / Come, the lit port is at our back, / And the tumbling sea; / Elsewhere the lampless uphill track / To uncertainty!
O should not we two waifs join hands? / I am alone, / You would enrich me more than lands / By being my own. / Yet, though this facile moment flies, / Close is your tone, / And ere to-morrow's dewfall dries / I plough the unknown.